Qin Wentian's countenance remained placid. He knew that to Luo Qianqiu, he was merely regarded as an insect, easily extinguishable.
Luo Qianqiu only wanted the Blood Ember Fruits. In his eyes, the fruits were already his. As for Qin Wentian, it didn't matter whether he lived or died. Killing or not killing Qin Wentian no longer served any purpose.
As Qin Wentian secretly concealed the Goldem sword in his sleeves, the faint traces of a smile could be seen upon his visage. Previously, Qin Wentian didn't bother to care whether Luo Qianqiu was truly a monstrous talent of the Emperor Star Academy. But now, he did.
The humiliation that he suffered today, in time, he swore he would repay it ten-fold.